【耽美/科幻/中译英】残次品The Defective Chapter 4(6)
Before he finishes his words, the girl suddenly takes a wine-bottle out of her bag and hits into his forehead. The bottle breaks into pieces, letting out a sharp smell of the feints. Holding the bottle half, she rubs out the discolored lipstick mark with the back of her hand.
“Pooh, bastard! You’re tricking me?”
As the wine rolls down the “tramp’s” face, his smile fades away. He shoots fierce eye at the girl, putting down the kid. With a rattling of bones, his body swells like a balloon. In a flash, he turns into a two-meter bruiser.
With her staring upward, the aggressive punk girl is kind of befuddled now. The sense of confusion unconsciously drives her a little step back.
“You...”
The “tramp”, or rather a huge monster, lets out a shit-eating grin, from ear to ear.
“Humph, it doesn’t work to you, f*cking Deaf.”
This very word of “Deaf” freezes the girl, the expression of panic on her face is flooded with a howling wave of rage in a second, and she kicks directly into that monster’s d*ck. When he bends down, his lowered height is just good enough for her to seize his hair with one hand, tugging at his head down, and stab into his face with that broken half of the wine bottle in her other hand -- all are done with no hesitation, but accuracy and speed, which can tell how experienced a senior hooligan she is, especially in street fighting.
“Pooh, bastard! You’re tricking me?”
As the wine rolls down the “tramp’s” face, his smile fades away. He shoots fierce eye at the girl, putting down the kid. With a rattling of bones, his body swells like a balloon. In a flash, he turns into a two-meter bruiser.
With her staring upward, the aggressive punk girl is kind of befuddled now. The sense of confusion unconsciously drives her a little step back.
“You...”
The “tramp”, or rather a huge monster, lets out a shit-eating grin, from ear to ear.
“Humph, it doesn’t work to you, f*cking Deaf.”
This very word of “Deaf” freezes the girl, the expression of panic on her face is flooded with a howling wave of rage in a second, and she kicks directly into that monster’s d*ck. When he bends down, his lowered height is just good enough for her to seize his hair with one hand, tugging at his head down, and stab into his face with that broken half of the wine bottle in her other hand -- all are done with no hesitation, but accuracy and speed, which can tell how experienced a senior hooligan she is, especially in street fighting.
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